Chapter 4: Lie back on the bed
With a sharp yank, Mia stripped Master's pants and dropped to her knees. A thick bulge strained against his shorts, the outline so vivid she could trace every vein.
She slid the shorts down and his cock sprang free—taller, heavier, and already weeping precum. Even Jett blinked at the sight, never having seen himself this swollen.
"Master is truly well‑endowed," Mia breathed. "I can feel mana pulsing with the blood—your compatibility with the Mansion is greater than foretold." Her admiring stare sent another jolt of pride through him.
Jett still couldn't sense mana, but the way his shaft twitched for a kneeling elf maid was proof enough. Before he could speak, Mia licked the bead of precum and rolled it across her tongue, heat blooming between her own thighs.
She traced the crown from base to tip, eyelids fluttering as she inhaled his scent. The sight of her widened nostrils and tight‑shut eyes was deliciously perverse.
He groaned, "Ohhh... want to swallow me whole?" while threading shaky fingers through her sweaty hair.
Mia opened her eyes. "I crave nothing else, Master. Command me."
"Then suck me—take it as deep as you can."
"Yes, Master."
Saliva dripped past her fangs as she opened wide and wrapped her lips around him. The suction nearly stole Jett's soul; he gathered her hair and guided her deeper, each slow inch testing her virgin throat.
Loyalty drove her, but the task was huge. Mia gagged, pulled back, and fell to her hands, spit shining her chin and breasts. "I... have disappointed you, Master," she whispered.